"What trouble is the elf walking himself into..." mutters Skulk. 

The Caliban knows that quick-tempered sailors abound; so he prepares for the worst and places his hand on his dagger. 

(I have my double-bladed scimitar in my left hand, not wielding it, just holding it, and my right hand is currently empty)

Also, how big is the tavern in dimensions, like, from the entrance to the back wall, and the other 2 walls in distance?

Dane starts to wake up from the noise. He is less than thrilled by the disturbance. 

The tavern is roughly 50 x 50 feet. Most of the tables and chairs have been pushed against the walls to accommodate the two dozen slumbering bodies on the floor.

"What I means," Says the largest man, rising to his feet, "Is this in't none of your business. Dun't a dirty elf like you gets enough trouble widdout looking for it?"

Skulk decides to play a part, not so much on behalf of the elf, but, rather, on behalf of the watery-eyed, frightened fellow. The Caliban stands, with maul in hand and slowly walks to the point where he'll be standing next to the elf. Skulk, feigning that he knows Milkey, says, "Milkey! Can it be? Haven't seen you in a few years! We made some memories, eh? Hope all's well with you."

Deception: 6

"Blast it, I hate bullies," Dane mutters to himself.  He starts to stir, waiting for any specific threats to be made before getting involved.

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The tavern is roughly 50 x 50 feet. Most of the tables and chairs have been pushed against the walls to accommodate the two dozen slumbering bodies on the floor.

"What I means," Says the largest man, rising to his feet, "Is this in't none of your business. Dun't a dirty elf like you gets enough trouble widdout looking for it?"

 "I decide what my business is." I say, snarling, "No one tells me what to do. Want to see a trick? Maybe that'll get you to back off."

If I can see Savion's pseudodragon, I'm going to blast it with a firebolt. 

Attack: 6 Damage: 1

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The tavern is roughly 50 x 50 feet. Most of the tables and chairs have been pushed against the walls to accommodate the two dozen slumbering bodies on the floor.

"What I means," Says the largest man, rising to his feet, "Is this in't none of your business. Dun't a dirty elf like you gets enough trouble widdout looking for it?"

 "I decide what my business is." I say, snarling, "No one tells me what to do. Want to see a trick? Maybe that'll get you to back off."

If I can see Savion's pseudodragon, I'm going to blast it with a firebolt. 

Attack: 24 Damage: 9

 Ox cannot see Savion's pseudodragon (Post #55).

Savion gets up from his table and walks out of The Hanging Man into the rainy night.

Ox's firebolt slams into the wooden wall, creating a smoking ring of smoldering ash. It has an immediate effect on the thug, who mutters something under his breath to his two lackeys, and the three follow Savion into the night. Milkey exhales and sinks back in his chair, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Skulk looks at the elf and gives him a slight nod. "That did the trick, didn't it?"

(Wouldn't it catch on fire?)

I say, "You're welcome," and walk away towards Skulk (I don't think I'd know his name.)

"Stupid ruffians, (then I mutter incomprehensible nonsense)" 

(Shall we proceed to the following morning, or is there anything else your characters wanted to accomplish?)

Eventually the company settles down to catch a couple hours' sleep. You are awoken by the jovial shouts of Captain Luc-Pierre the next morning. "Up and at them, beauties! It's nearly sunrise!" 

You line up for the last homecooked meal you'll have in several months, a bowl of cold, grey oatmeal, and are given the order to pack up your belongings and be at the dock in half an hour.

Nylia awakens, praying for a moment before donning her armor and making sure her combat gear is in working order. She eats quietly and heads for the docks as the first people start to leave.

I didn't sleep. I don't sleep. I guess I just did my trance in the main room of the tavern. 

As the others come down, they see Ox just sitting on a stool in the morning, sharpening his double-bladed scimitar. 

Dane prays for a moment, thanking his god for another dawn and opportunity to serve.  He rolls up his sleeping gear and stows it.  He happily eats his oatmeal, then walks onward to the docks, flicking a Light spell off and on between his fingers as he walks.  

(I'm gonna ease up on Dane, make him a bit more likable, though he's still got some core rot inside him)

Skulk greedily eats the morning meal and makes his way to the docks. To the others that gather at the docks with him, Skulk gives a slight nod of his head and says, "Mornin' to you." 

Once the Captain comes in, I approach him, and say, "I was up all night waiting for you. Just a question I have is, why didn't we leave last night? Not questioning authority or anything, I'm just curious." 

Dane looks the Caliban up and down, sizing him up.  After a second or two of glaring, Dane suddenly smiles and offers his hand.  He says in a lightly musical voice, "Eh, alors!  I am Dane Raphael.  I'll be the magus on this voyage.  I remember you from last night, but I'm afraid I didn't catch your name."